February 2012
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bedheadchicken asked: Do you like Lemon-Pepper chicken? I do!! And who is your favorite DP of all time. At least the first person that comes to your head.
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Siberian Memories by Evgenia Arbugaeva
She recalls long winter days without a sunrise and the shifting colors of the aurora borealis as it crackled in the sky. She remembers windy snowstorms and temperatures at 60 degrees below zero.
“The snow is so white, the sky is so white and the wind is so strong, you can literally be flying in the air like you’re in outer space,” said Ms....
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January 2012
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Wuthering Heights (Andrea Arnold, 2011)
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Above: Serge Gainsbourg: Vie héroïque (Sfar, 2010)
Below: Deneuve, Gainsbourg - Martine Peccoux
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2011 Film Releases** (US) that pleased me.
I think these pictures are notable for their direction - that is to say, the choreography of framing, lenses, visual effects; editing style and sound design; art direction and actors’ performances (in varying ratios of importance).
A director is only one member of the crew (as everyone but especially my production friends knows), but sometimes...
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The Skin I Live In (Almodóvar, 2011) (thanks to)
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Number One Villain In Cinema: Johan, Scenes From A Marriage (Bergman, 1973).
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From the set of Coriolanus - stills by Kalpesh Lathigra
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Above: Four Nights of a Dreamer (Bresson, 1971) [watch here]
Below: Le Notti Bianche (Visconti, 1957)
Both based on Dostoevsky’s White Nights
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Living with the Sami people by Erika Larsen
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Varykino, or the Ice Palace from Dr. Zhivago
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Split-focus diopter
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Russian Empire in the early 1900s / Sergei Mikhailovich Prokudin-Gorskii
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L’incroyable épopée d’une campagne de pêche à la baleine…
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December 2011
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A Child's Christmas In Wales - Dylan Thomas (read... →
[audio download here]
All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing...
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